I’m still trying to figure out what it means to be human.
Not in the sense that I’m trying to figure out who I am or where my passions lie.
No, career and jobs and money and material possessions matter so little in the end; we all know that, despite some of us striving after them without relent.
The question really is: what’s the purpose of our species, when there are so many of us who are cruel and abusive to one another, animals, and even the planet?
Deepak Chopra once said that the aspect of humanity that is truly unique and interesting is that we have the divine and diabolical within us.
So there’s the potential for timeless art to come from our hands, the ability to create music that appeals to us even centuries after it’s been written, even the minds to write about love and beauty in ways that are works of art in themselves.
And then there’s the potential for heinous cruelty; for shooting a dog in both eyes and leaving him to die, for force-feeding chemicals to cats, for hunting and killing wolves and elk by making excuses from their “overpopulation” or eating of our vegetation, for drilling into the Earth for natural gas with no regard for the consequences, or for tearing into mountains for gems.
All of these examples are real cases, ongoing cases, of destruction caused by humans.
There are those humans who use their imaginations to destroy instead of create because they decided to put a price tag on the resources of the planet and the animals we are blessed to share it with.
I fit into the puzzle because I am human, and yet I feel so unlike a human because I cannot identify or agree with most of what we do.
I can only conclude that the evil ones, and the ones driven by money and status, are missing out.
They are driven by man-made societal norms (the big house, the expensive car, the 6-figure salary, the fancy title, etc.).
I wonder.
Do they love so dangerously that it can drive them mad; that they can put all of their heart and soul into loving another, much like Petrarch would write in his sonnets?
Can they look into another being’s eyes and see the whole universe inside them, the dark blue or black of the pupil reflecting the backdrop of the stars?
Can they derive any amount of peace or inspiration from as simple a scene as birds adrift in flight?
Do they comprehend the energy inherent in all the things on this planet, from the stones to the trees?
I say they cannot, they must not.
Because if they did, the animals wouldn’t be skinned alive or electrocuted through the anus for their fur to line a coat on a designer runway for Fashion Week.
If they did, the mountains would be revered, not torn apart to build “McMansions” upon.
If they had a glimmer of true awakening, they wouldn’t dare take another bite of flesh from another animal, nor use chemicals to control the harvest whilst killing birds or rodents or ungulates.
The rhinos wouldn’t have gone extinct because humans need their horns to sell for money.
Superstitions and ancient so-called medicines would not dictate that an animal should be killed for its parts, as in the Asian tiger trade.
No, instead humans would appreciate the land that gives life.
The skies would be clear of pollution and the rains wouldn’t be acidic.
The water sources wouldn’t be tainted or dried up.
Instead, we would farm the land with the reverence it deserves and requires.
We would understand how to work with the cycles of the natural world and wouldn’t crave more than we need.
In our expanding first-world, we have created so many material comforts and medical advancements that we should be proud of and we should share.
And yet, with these accomplishments have come sins of excess, of throwing away, of closed-mindedness and selfishness, taking more than what we need simply for the sake of saying we have it.
It’s an addiction that is so hard to cure.
I live within this world, and I fight these addictions, too.
And I know when I am truly happy, and I realize that the outside world, with its finances and taxation and “made in China” goods and big business will not let me rest.
Humanity could have had it like the other beings of this Earth. We could have truly “inherited the Earth” as we were supposed to, and used it in an unselfish manner that bred life instead of death. Instead, we chose the ruling class, the upper class, the politics, the economy, the social dictation of right and wrong, the classrooms, and the organized religions. Instead of freedom, we chose bondage within the confines of groups, races, classes, beliefs. We separated ourselves from one another and from the planet and its gifts. And the ones, like myself, who awake from the dream of illusions, struggle against those still forcing their way to the top that doesn’t exist. And the ones like me look on and question, wonder, imagine what could’ve been. We face adversity, judgments, and isolation, and yet we find an even greater connection than could be imagined with all else, from the spiritual to the animal to the elements. For us---the disillusioned, the lovers, the ones who ignore those diabolical inclinations that make us human---the Earth protects us and the animals are kin. Nor do we struggle to be better than the next guy, we just simply want to make our way. And I suppose that I have thus answered my own question, for that is what it means to be human. And though there are few of us amidst the drones that think they represent what this animal we are should be, we are the ones who have been blessed with true wisdom and inner peace, disrupted only by the need to help others achieve the same realization.
- Lisa Selvaggio